Okay, so here’s the deal: you know when a friend calls you and you don’t call her back for a few days and then you go to call her back and you feel so guilty about not calling her back that you decide you’ll just wait another day and then all of a sudden it’s been forever and you haven’t blogged whoops I mean called, and even thinking about sitting down to type whoops I mean picking up the phone paralyzes you, and also your anxiety disorder is raging out of control and doing its level best to ruin your relationship with your boyfriend, oh and your upstairs neighbor is, I swear to God, a professional whistler, and the floor/ceiling between your two apartments is about a quarter as thick as it ought to be, so you can never concentrate because he’s always fucking practicing, including right now, and you haven’t slept more than six hours a night for the last two months?
That’s my explanation for the sparse posting of late. I promise I’m not giving up. It’s just slightly rough going at the moment, especially for the last three minutes, as the whistler has been practicing “Un bel d
hahaha, just when i was writing you off…
I can’t comment for the others, but I would never write you off. You’re too universally adored, Faustus.
Don’t worry – we’ll be here waiting for your news once you have battled through the obstacles ! I think you need to tackle the whistler – my friend instists that whistling is indoors is unlucky on a par with breaking a mirror – maybe he should be told ! 🙂
Such a creative neighbor. Mine kicks over garbage cans.
At least your upstairs neighbor doesn’t have you take down your ceiling fan because she can hear it when she puts her ear to the floor.
The perfect time to learn a loud musical instrument but after finding out which one your neighbour despises the most.
I love polysyndeton.
Maybe the upstairs neighbor can befriend my upstairs neighboys with the screaming baby and loud Egyptian pop music and they can all go off and live in a bigger, nicer apartment somewhere far, far away.
Also, that was neighbors and I cannot type. I might type better if the baby stopped screaming.
We understand that you have been too busy to call, er… um… blog.
“Un bel d?” ??
It’s okay Faustus. We’ve been keeping ourselves busy and entertained. But missed you terribly!